Sunday, March 04, 2012


Loooong before I was born, CBS did sort of a risky thing. (Well, alright it wasn't that long before I was born). They planned to air a goofy, country-themed variety show for middle of the 1969 television season. The last NEW show aired on December 27, 1997. Tell me you've guessed it. Better yet, I'm hoping you've watched it. I'm talking about Hee Haw.

Over five hundred and eighty original episodes were taped and thanks to the magic of cable, you can still watch them. Ever so often, Mr. Lipstick in his role as Commander-in-Chief of the Remote will decide that We the Family need to see a little Hee Haw. I love it. The kids complain until they get sucked into the cornfed vortex, then at least one of them will ask for another episode. No, we say. Only one. No Hee Haw marathons around the Lipstick household. It's just not right. It messes with our nostalgia. After all, for twenty-eight years, Hee Haw was a once-a-week gig.

I remember watching Hee Haw on Saturday nights while Mommy Lipstick cooked supper. We watched it mostly on the little tv that was in the kitchen and yes, we quoted, sang, and cackled along with it. Mommy Lipstick just gasped, "Sweetie!!! Do you have to put everything on the internet?!" I guarantee it.

The kids think it's weird when Mr. Lipstick and I say things like, "Salute!" with gusto. They'll learn. I was so curious who might be among the Hee Haw nostalgia crowd that I made, "watchin' Hee Haw," my FB status update. I got a few thumbs up, one of them from, God-love-her my Cousin. I burst out laughing. She knows. She gets it.

I have decided to segue from tv to engines by posting a picture of my dear grandfather DeeDa, me, and my 1954 Farmall Cub. It is my most prized earthly possession. I would try and squeeze this thing into Heaven if I could figure out a way.

Friday my car made a, "funny noise." This weekend Mr. Lipstick mounted a valiant effort to fix it only to find out that Lipstick-Import-mobile parts are not so easy to find. Finally, the part was found late Sunday, and the repair was made. The Lipstick-mobile is again whole. The entire ordeal was fascinating to me, the Hee Haw fan, because growing up, both Daddy Lipstick and DeeDa always knew their way around a car. I knew I wanted a man who could fix a car. Turns out Lawyer Mr. Lipstick can still be Mechanic Mr. Lipstick. Useful. Sexy. I also found this experience pretty interesting because I think nearly all of our friends these days live in subdivisions which prohibit working on your own car. You know, gated or the like. Apparently, associations view mechanic-ish-ness as tacky. Well. They never met my Mr. Lipstick. A lawyer who can fix a quirky import is a desirable thing indeed. Salute.


Bring Pretty Back said...

I laughed and laughed!! hahah!!
I remember watching hee haw while waiting many a night to be picked up to babysit! This was just a wonderful blast from the past post!
Have a PRETTY day!

Interesting Facts said...

Hahaha. You have said here that you wanted a man who could fix a car and its good to know that Mr. Lipstick can still be Mechanic. So you call him useful. Actually, I got great fun reading your that kind of writing.

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